The Twins : Thread 1 : Perhaps Just Taxes
"Wyoming?"
Order asked, not bothering to hide any trace of her disdain as she leaned against the wall and sipped at her morning cappuccino. She hadn't bothered to hide it the last twenty-three times she'd made some variation of the exact same comment over the last week either. Order was many things, but she rarely tried to be subtle. They were both a force of personality, but between the two, she had always been the more direct one. An unlearned habit of their twinned existence. They did not mesh perfectly, but neither was their static between them, they simple were. For that morning Order had chosen a form that was close enough to Entropy that they could conceivably be called sisters. An inch or two shorter, less than a dozen pounds heavier, and with the mixed skin tones and facial features that suggested she hailed from her somewhere South East of Poland. Turkish maybe, though perhaps something more European, it was impossible to truly say. She wore a man's suit, something clean and Italian, though obviously tailored to fit her form. A hint of sandalwood had been dabbed her neck, and a light platinum chain was wrapped around her throat and rested at each wrist.
"What, you would have preferred Vail?"
Entropy answered, from where she prepped in front of the mirror. Unlike her sister, she did not have the luxury of adopting forms as easily as one put on a hat. Instead she needed to attend to her appearance the old fashioned way, a time consuming process considering the level of respectability both were expected to maintain. She wore a form fitting camisole and skirt, in matching grey, that along with the white jacket she'd thrown over the top would be premiering on the runway in Milan in two weeks. It managed to be on just this end of business casual appropriate, a stark contrast to the clean lines, vest, and tie of Order's more masculine get up.
Order laughed, and waved the comment away.
"It's all the same to me, once the Reverie comes. Still, can't fault a woman for wanting to be on the mountains rather than just next to them."
Entropy sighed, adjusting a lash that had somehow come free, and giving herself a final once over in the dresser mirror.
"Fair enough. Let's make it worth our while then, and see what fish the Reverie has brought us?"
She rose, and hand in hand the two left their hotel room and headed in the direction of the main lobby floor. There was something inherently predatory, in the way they each walked. The two a contrasting mirror, and yet so utterly alike in their every motion. Despite the surface level differences in their appearance and personality, when they acted in concert, it was almost as if they were merely one entity. One mind guiding two bodies, two sets of eyes, and two utterly devious tongues.